Filthy Mudblood: Hey, everyone... another chapter.
Disclaimer: All the characters, places, spells, and such mentioned in this fanfiction are property of J.K. Rowling.
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall - 5 - The First Hogsmeade Trip Of The Year
As expected, the minute she entered the common room after a late night of studying in the library, she could hear noises from Malfoys room. It really irritated her that he could do that when she was only right next door. She could hear every bit. Unfortunately she'd forgotten her headphones at her house. She'd have to remember to bring them next time she went home. Or she could owl her parents... yes, that's what she would do.
She pulled a fresh sheet of parchment out, and her ink bottle and quill. She wrote a quick note to her parents asking that if they could please send her headphones back with the owl, she'd greatly appreciate it. When she finished, she folded the note up, and went to the Gryffindor common room.
"Harry!" Hermione said, as soon as she'd found him from the crowd of Gryffindors in the room.
"What is it, Hermione?"
"Do you mind if I borrow Hedwig? I wanted to send a letter to my parents."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Oh, thank you, Harry!" she said, giving him a quick hug and hurrying off to the owlery.
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"God damnit, Malfoy! Do you possibly think you could do... you know, what you do... do you think you could do it elsewhere? Instead of here?"
"Do what?"
"You know what I mean!"
"No I don't know what you mean, sorry. Tell me."
"With Turner!"
"What I do with Turner?"
"yes!"
"What do I do with Turner?" By now Malfoy was smiling so widely, you'd think all the muggleborns had been purged from the school. He just loved to torture her, that was for sure. He just wanted to get her to say it, is all. She knew he did.
"You fuck her!"
"Oh, that... well then where would I do it?"
"I don't know! Her room? It's driving me crazy!"
"I know just the sight of me does that to you. I know you want me badly, but I'm sorry, you can't have any. At least from me. I'm sure Potter or Weasley would be happy to ablige, though."
"Fuck you, Malfoy!"
"Language, Granger!" he said, scolding her.
Hermione gave him the finger and walked away.
~*~*~*~
"The next Hogsmeade trip is this weekend. You guys are going, right?" Ron asked, as he, Harry and Hermione sat at breakfast that morning.
"Of course," Hermione said.
"Wouldn't miss it," Harry added.
"We have double potions with the Slytherins this morning, don't we?" Ron asked.
"Yes, Ron," Hermione said.
"Damn!" Ron and Harry said at once.
"Same here," Hermione said.
"Well we'd better get going. Snape won't be too happy if we're late," Harry said.
"Yeah, you're right. Let's go."
"Do we have to?" Ron asked.
Harry and Hermione rolled there eyes. "Yes, Ron."
"Damnit."
They reached the classroom just in time to take their seats before class started. Hermione sat down, unfortunately, beside Malfoy. She hated having a seating chart. Every class, it seemed, she sat by him. Almost every single class. It just wasn't fair. Not that a teacher would listen to her if she told them.
"Hey, Granger," he said, smiling evilly. She looked away. "Aren't you even going to say hi?" She was still. "Okay. I can see you're in a mood about earlier. I'm sorry. I don't feel the same way as you do."
"Hermione? What's Malfoy talking about?" Ron had spun around suddenly.
Hermione gave him a look. "So you're believing Malfoy now, eh?" Ron turned back around.
"See, even your friends know you're crazy about me."
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said, without turning around.
"Mr. Potter, is there a problem?"
"No, Professor Snape, sir."
"Good. Then perhaps we can continue our lesson?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. As I was saying..." He went on to explain their assignment for the day. They were to make a potion that made you say exactly how you felt. To Hermione, it seemed sort of like alcohol, which, in a way it was. It loosened you up. But Snape warned that none of the students were allowed to drink any. It wasn't an illegal potion yet, but it was almost. The heads of the Ministry of Magic were discussing it as it were, so they had to be careful. "Now if one of your partners will come up to the front and get the ingredients."
Hermione went to the front, naturally, and brought back a tray with the ingredients on it. Her and Malfoy began adding stuff to the potion. First went in the main ingredient, pumpkin juice. Then a pinch of wolfsbane, and some shredded boomslang skin. Next a few spiders legs. Lastly about a third of a cup of slug slime. Then they stirred it all together, and watched as it started foaming a bit.
Some partners potion almost spilled out of the cauldron when the foaming began, but luckily Hermione and Malfoy's was fine. It didn't foam very much, which was exactly how Professor Snape said it should be, if it was correctly done. He also said that if made the right way, the drink would look and smell exactly like pumpkin juice, so the drinker wouldn't even know it if someone gave them the wrong thing.
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It was finally the weekend, and also the next Hogsmeade trip. Hermione left her room right on time and got in line with the other students to leave.
"Hey, Hermione!"
She spun around, it was Harry and Ron. "Hey, guys."
"I guess Malfoy's not going, eh?" Ron said, looking around.
"Why, do you want him to go?" Hermione asked.
"No! Bloody hell, no!"
Hermione knew for a fact he probably wasn't going to go. When she left the common room he was on the couch making out with Turner, and they didn't even notice her leave, so they must've really been into it.
"You got your notes?" Argus Filch, the caretaker asked, as the trio reached the door. The three reached into their robes and pulled out their notes, showed them to Filch, and left.
"I can't believe Filch is still working here... he must be like 400 years old!" Ron said.
"Honestly, Ron. He's not that old. Professor Dumbledore is older than he is. Filch just looks filthy and gross, that's all."
"Fine, Hermione, take all the fun out of it."
"What? I wasn't trying to-"
"I know, I know."
Hermione frowned, and they continued walking. "Ah, Hogsmeade. I could live here, you know," Harry said, as they reached the small village.
"Me, too," Hermione said. "It's so beautiful. Especially in winter."
"Yeah."
"So where to first?"
"Hmmm... maybe we should stop by Zonko's, see if they've got anything new in. Or we could stop by Fred and George's shop. What's it called again?"
"How should I know? They're your brothers."
"Oh, right... Hmmm... Oh, right... Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."
"And you forgot that?" Hermione asked.
"Well... sorry..." Ron said.
"Do you even know where it is?"
"Not really..."
"Ron!" Ron blushed.
"Well, maybe we could go in to The Three Broomsticks, get some butterbeers and ask someone there. They're bound to know," Hermione suggested.
"Good idea," Harry said.
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"Three butterbeers, please."
"Coming right up."
"Thanks."
When they got their butterbeers, Harry asked, "By the way, Madam Rosmerta, do you know where Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is located?"
"Sure. If you just go down the street, that way-" she pointed "-and then turn left, then right, it should be right there."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
~*~*~*~
"Harry! Hermione! Good to see you!" Fred said, as they walked in the small shop.
"Nice to see you, too," Ron mumbled.
"Oh, hi Ron."
"Hi."
"So what are you three doing here? First Hogsmeade visit of the year, eh?"
"Yeah. We figured we'd stop by and see how your shop is coming along. Good, huh?"
"Well, not too good. That's what you get when you buy a vacant shop on one of the offstreets. Not many people come by here, so not many people come in."
"Well, maybe one day soon, some building on the main street will close and you can take that. Or you could always build one."
"Once we have enough money, I suppose that's what we'll do."
"Fred? Do we have customers?" suddenly George appeared from behind a curtain. "Oh," he said when he saw who it was.
"Good to see you, as well."
"I'm sorry... it's just, I thought we had customers."
"So we're not customers, anymore?" Harry asked.
George's face brightened. "You mean, you'll buy something?"
"Of course we will!"
George rushed over to them. "Well, let me show you something just in... it's new...."
~*~*~*~
"Thanks Harry. Thanks Hermione. Pleasure doing business with you," the twins said as the three left.
"See you later!" Harry said.
Hands full of products, Harry, Ron and Hermione returned to Hogwarts.
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Filthy Mudblood: Review, please!
Disclaimer: All the characters, places, spells, and such mentioned in this fanfiction are property of J.K. Rowling.
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall - 5 - The First Hogsmeade Trip Of The Year
As expected, the minute she entered the common room after a late night of studying in the library, she could hear noises from Malfoys room. It really irritated her that he could do that when she was only right next door. She could hear every bit. Unfortunately she'd forgotten her headphones at her house. She'd have to remember to bring them next time she went home. Or she could owl her parents... yes, that's what she would do.
She pulled a fresh sheet of parchment out, and her ink bottle and quill. She wrote a quick note to her parents asking that if they could please send her headphones back with the owl, she'd greatly appreciate it. When she finished, she folded the note up, and went to the Gryffindor common room.
"Harry!" Hermione said, as soon as she'd found him from the crowd of Gryffindors in the room.
"What is it, Hermione?"
"Do you mind if I borrow Hedwig? I wanted to send a letter to my parents."
"Sure, go ahead."
"Oh, thank you, Harry!" she said, giving him a quick hug and hurrying off to the owlery.
~*~*~*~
"God damnit, Malfoy! Do you possibly think you could do... you know, what you do... do you think you could do it elsewhere? Instead of here?"
"Do what?"
"You know what I mean!"
"No I don't know what you mean, sorry. Tell me."
"With Turner!"
"What I do with Turner?"
"yes!"
"What do I do with Turner?" By now Malfoy was smiling so widely, you'd think all the muggleborns had been purged from the school. He just loved to torture her, that was for sure. He just wanted to get her to say it, is all. She knew he did.
"You fuck her!"
"Oh, that... well then where would I do it?"
"I don't know! Her room? It's driving me crazy!"
"I know just the sight of me does that to you. I know you want me badly, but I'm sorry, you can't have any. At least from me. I'm sure Potter or Weasley would be happy to ablige, though."
"Fuck you, Malfoy!"
"Language, Granger!" he said, scolding her.
Hermione gave him the finger and walked away.
~*~*~*~
"The next Hogsmeade trip is this weekend. You guys are going, right?" Ron asked, as he, Harry and Hermione sat at breakfast that morning.
"Of course," Hermione said.
"Wouldn't miss it," Harry added.
"We have double potions with the Slytherins this morning, don't we?" Ron asked.
"Yes, Ron," Hermione said.
"Damn!" Ron and Harry said at once.
"Same here," Hermione said.
"Well we'd better get going. Snape won't be too happy if we're late," Harry said.
"Yeah, you're right. Let's go."
"Do we have to?" Ron asked.
Harry and Hermione rolled there eyes. "Yes, Ron."
"Damnit."
They reached the classroom just in time to take their seats before class started. Hermione sat down, unfortunately, beside Malfoy. She hated having a seating chart. Every class, it seemed, she sat by him. Almost every single class. It just wasn't fair. Not that a teacher would listen to her if she told them.
"Hey, Granger," he said, smiling evilly. She looked away. "Aren't you even going to say hi?" She was still. "Okay. I can see you're in a mood about earlier. I'm sorry. I don't feel the same way as you do."
"Hermione? What's Malfoy talking about?" Ron had spun around suddenly.
Hermione gave him a look. "So you're believing Malfoy now, eh?" Ron turned back around.
"See, even your friends know you're crazy about me."
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said, without turning around.
"Mr. Potter, is there a problem?"
"No, Professor Snape, sir."
"Good. Then perhaps we can continue our lesson?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. As I was saying..." He went on to explain their assignment for the day. They were to make a potion that made you say exactly how you felt. To Hermione, it seemed sort of like alcohol, which, in a way it was. It loosened you up. But Snape warned that none of the students were allowed to drink any. It wasn't an illegal potion yet, but it was almost. The heads of the Ministry of Magic were discussing it as it were, so they had to be careful. "Now if one of your partners will come up to the front and get the ingredients."
Hermione went to the front, naturally, and brought back a tray with the ingredients on it. Her and Malfoy began adding stuff to the potion. First went in the main ingredient, pumpkin juice. Then a pinch of wolfsbane, and some shredded boomslang skin. Next a few spiders legs. Lastly about a third of a cup of slug slime. Then they stirred it all together, and watched as it started foaming a bit.
Some partners potion almost spilled out of the cauldron when the foaming began, but luckily Hermione and Malfoy's was fine. It didn't foam very much, which was exactly how Professor Snape said it should be, if it was correctly done. He also said that if made the right way, the drink would look and smell exactly like pumpkin juice, so the drinker wouldn't even know it if someone gave them the wrong thing.
~*~*~*~
It was finally the weekend, and also the next Hogsmeade trip. Hermione left her room right on time and got in line with the other students to leave.
"Hey, Hermione!"
She spun around, it was Harry and Ron. "Hey, guys."
"I guess Malfoy's not going, eh?" Ron said, looking around.
"Why, do you want him to go?" Hermione asked.
"No! Bloody hell, no!"
Hermione knew for a fact he probably wasn't going to go. When she left the common room he was on the couch making out with Turner, and they didn't even notice her leave, so they must've really been into it.
"You got your notes?" Argus Filch, the caretaker asked, as the trio reached the door. The three reached into their robes and pulled out their notes, showed them to Filch, and left.
"I can't believe Filch is still working here... he must be like 400 years old!" Ron said.
"Honestly, Ron. He's not that old. Professor Dumbledore is older than he is. Filch just looks filthy and gross, that's all."
"Fine, Hermione, take all the fun out of it."
"What? I wasn't trying to-"
"I know, I know."
Hermione frowned, and they continued walking. "Ah, Hogsmeade. I could live here, you know," Harry said, as they reached the small village.
"Me, too," Hermione said. "It's so beautiful. Especially in winter."
"Yeah."
"So where to first?"
"Hmmm... maybe we should stop by Zonko's, see if they've got anything new in. Or we could stop by Fred and George's shop. What's it called again?"
"How should I know? They're your brothers."
"Oh, right... Hmmm... Oh, right... Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes."
"And you forgot that?" Hermione asked.
"Well... sorry..." Ron said.
"Do you even know where it is?"
"Not really..."
"Ron!" Ron blushed.
"Well, maybe we could go in to The Three Broomsticks, get some butterbeers and ask someone there. They're bound to know," Hermione suggested.
"Good idea," Harry said.
~*~*~*~
"Three butterbeers, please."
"Coming right up."
"Thanks."
When they got their butterbeers, Harry asked, "By the way, Madam Rosmerta, do you know where Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is located?"
"Sure. If you just go down the street, that way-" she pointed "-and then turn left, then right, it should be right there."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
~*~*~*~
"Harry! Hermione! Good to see you!" Fred said, as they walked in the small shop.
"Nice to see you, too," Ron mumbled.
"Oh, hi Ron."
"Hi."
"So what are you three doing here? First Hogsmeade visit of the year, eh?"
"Yeah. We figured we'd stop by and see how your shop is coming along. Good, huh?"
"Well, not too good. That's what you get when you buy a vacant shop on one of the offstreets. Not many people come by here, so not many people come in."
"Well, maybe one day soon, some building on the main street will close and you can take that. Or you could always build one."
"Once we have enough money, I suppose that's what we'll do."
"Fred? Do we have customers?" suddenly George appeared from behind a curtain. "Oh," he said when he saw who it was.
"Good to see you, as well."
"I'm sorry... it's just, I thought we had customers."
"So we're not customers, anymore?" Harry asked.
George's face brightened. "You mean, you'll buy something?"
"Of course we will!"
George rushed over to them. "Well, let me show you something just in... it's new...."
~*~*~*~
"Thanks Harry. Thanks Hermione. Pleasure doing business with you," the twins said as the three left.
"See you later!" Harry said.
Hands full of products, Harry, Ron and Hermione returned to Hogwarts.
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